Son: Sister's up from her nap!
Me: (Laying on the couch) Shit.
Daughter: (Crying in crib)
Me: Um, dude just toss a cheese biscuit in the crib. I think she's hungry.
Son: Kay. (Sound of stool dragging across the kitchen floor) Here you go sister! (Crying stops).
Me: You rock dude.
So I got some stuff to ease the pain I got whomped with on Monday morning. Good stuff. But maybe a little too good...